The Buffet Line
Uh Oh... I probably shouldn't be having that pie
In the last couple of years we have been driving to Berne, Indiana to see Handel's Messiah performed. The church is so beautiful and the music is divine. I have to admit, the first year seemed long for me and I really didn't get all that was going on. However, every year I appreciate it more and can hardly believe two hours have gone by. We take the kids knowing that they don't always think two hours of classical music is wonderful. It is like feeding a baby vegetables -- it is good for them and they will develop a taste for it.
Wokelle fell asleep on Riane's lap and when I asked him what he thought of all the music he said, "Huh?? What music?" Ah well, it will come in time.
Tonight was the annual Christmas Caroling night at our church. We meet up, divide in groups and sing carols to the elderly and shut-ins. It is one of our favorite nights.
Wokelle took the drive over as his opportunity to rest up.
The older girls were keyed up for a fun night.
Getting ready to go.
The happy carolers!
It is so easy to hang with friends, sing some songs and eat soup afterwards. What is most amazing is how much this little act blesses folks who just can't get out very often. Some sang with us, some teared up -- and one lady that touched me so -- was waiting for her night. She had a basket of small goodies she had collected to hand out to her carolers. Before we sang, she mentioned that she had been having some pain and difficulty getting around. When we started she just leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Our feeble attempts to warble a tune may have blessed her, but her grateful heart sent me home humble.